I wake up with a sharp shooting pain in my head, pain radiating behind my closed eyes. My cheek is resting on Rhode 's shoulder and I can feel his stumble against my temple. He's cradling me against his chest as it methodically moves up and down. I squint my eyes open despite the pain and take a pee
"Well my head hurts a significant amount. Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid" I beg as he places his hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently. "Nothing spectacularly stupid, though you did agree to spend the day today with Francesca" I bolt upright as he speaks and instantly clutch my head in
"Amelia darling!" I hear Francesca's silky voice call out the instant I step foot into the small upmarket boutique. Her body looks like a replica Barbie, completely on display in a tight pair of black bike shorts and and Gucci top with a belt secured tightly to her tiny waist. She wraps me in a hug
"So what do I do?" I ask her somewhat frantically, trying to keep my voice down and pretending to be interested in bags. How can I be interested in bags when there's a person across the store who may hate me? "Did you not listen to me? You do nothing. You hear me? Nothing. If she wants to be a catt
"Can we do a quick stop at Lulu? I really want some new yoga pants?" Elle turns around as asks the group as we approach the store front. Before I can even politely agree the rest of the group emphatically agree and charge into the store. Maybe I should get myself some new yoga pants too, I remember
I don't understand how these girls do it, we shop for nearly four hours without any of them showing any signs of boredom or tiredness. I feel like everytime we leave a store, the light outside gets darker. Some stores we are in for two minutes whereas others we are there for an hour. We also don't s
I almost laugh at my phone as I read the response. Not only did he finally learn how to use emojis, but he also sent the perfect text for Peppy to accidentally see. She doesn't say anything for a while and I think the conversation has reached its end before she sighs and opens her mouth once more.
The driver and I end up arriving later than we thought, and it was all he could talk about in the gridlock traffic. I made things a little more difficult by changing when I got back; a simple black dress that hugged my waist very tightly (Francesca said that if you can't breathe well then you're doi